I’ve seen a world when pride ignites nothing more than a silhouette of the past. Where new light is shed upon emotions buried deep and sewn under scars. Wounds no longer gleam crimson red. Only mend themselves to unveil the beauty underneath. There is no magic here my friend. Then are only people, no walls, only bridges. From one heart to another. One mind to another. Their hearts now beat as one. What a beautiful place to be when one heart beats for another.
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